I saw a bright yellow room with butterflies painted beautifully along the walls. Then I saw a really cute guy. Immediately I cowered down and tried to keep my whimpering quit. He cocked his head to the left and held a confused and worried expression. His brown hair was combed Nietzsche to the side, his lips were parted a bit. It looked like he was 6'3.
He was holding a tray in his hands.and wow he is skinny and he has a nice build. The tray had a glass of white stuff, a vase with some type of different colored flowers, and I could see eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Way to much stuff for me to eat. No, it's probably for him.
"Hey hey, it's okay sun shine. Don't be scared, I ain't gunna hurt you" he soothed. I just looked at him from behind my lashes.
"Are you hungry? I made you some breakfast, because who wouldn't be hungry after sleeping a whole week. And plus look at you, your are skinnier than a stick" he said laughing to himself a bit.
He took a step forward and I flinched away towards the wall behind me. He stopped and stared at me. A sad grin made its way on his face. He sighed.
"I'm not gunna hurt you sun shine, I can't even hurt a dang fly" he said. I guess we have one thing in common.
He took a step forward again and I winked into the bed I was currently in. He sighed once again.
"Look, I'm just gunna come sit on the bed with you, talk to you, and make sure you eat some food. And I'm Dylan by the way but people call me dy like d-i-e" he explained. He sat on the bed like he said he would and set the tray gently before me. I looked at him then at the food before me. I kept doing that until Dylan broke the silence.
"Well, eat up."
I just looked at him dumbfounded. I can't eat all that and what if he did something to it. That made an idea pop up in my head. I pointed at the food then pointed at him. Then I did a sign showing him that I wanted him to eat it first. He just laughed.
"Do you think I poisoned it?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head 'yes'.
"Okay then" he said. He took a bite and I mean a huge bite out of everything. He chewed and stalled and said "see not poisoned".
Then I pointed to the glass of white stuff, I think it's milk. He sighed and took a huge gulp of it. It was no longer full, it was half full. Well this will make it easier for me to eat some of it.
So I took the fork from him and took tiny bites of each food type listening to Dylan talk and rant on how I need to take bigger bites.